Saturday, October 3, 2009

At ends meet..


Mine to take.. This is the first commentary story that I write without personally having faith to guide me. I know it must be hard. But one thing that brought me to write is something disturbing of one tale that beckons you to listen to what one see in a chimp's eye? A Nigerian friend of mine, after having him fiercely convinced about having humans intruding into conservation had led him to tell me about a phrase popularised by Jane Goodall. He said, you can't help feel disturbed when you look a chimp on the eye, because in their eyes, you see yourself. There are people willing to listen, and there are people who listen but do nothing. It may also be there's a reason to it, a marital bliss! But I feel appalled to why there is no affinity towards the human feeling to see suffering. Maybe, if we look upon the cross, something greater might move us. Or when we are directed to action, something of a devious kind might move us to generate something of greater magnitude but devastating. I feel very sad, that no one sees this. Or even dared to look.

The only thing that makes it bearable is each other, I remember of a special bond between a mother orangutan and her baby. And I couldn't uponly reflect this with my mother.  I am also looking for a father figure. But to understand about human endurance attracts me more. Not to see it as witness as it would bring heartache as usual, but to see things unseen. The faith that can move mountains. What is in the heart, no one knows. It is not our right to know, but to see how the heart touches many. And what a privilege it is to touch.. So many people would like to make a difference. Obama once said, America is not a right but a privilege. So are we all dutiful as a citizen? Or are we all civilians?

The Nobel savage becomes a word. Because all of us would like to be entitled. But to have this endowed we all need to live by honesty. The word truly Asia really strikes me because it embraces enigmatically the colourful arrays of skin we have here and spices, diversity. Not only that, it is humility in it's state. Not sedative, but alive!

I remembered a literature in the bible that said, God died for our sins so that man might be saved. So that man might live freely. As a Christian, I have to believe this. And by practice, turns me into a witness. But freedom leads us to accept things that we can't change and a word of reminder that salvage this is God gave us the freedom the choose. And he showed us the way to the cross, not just a cliche of what religion is but to show us how we can live our way to purity and to escape of an insane world.

I wish to make a change. And I am devious at this. But when things get adrift, I hope that I can cling to that faith again. Maybe religion makes me a better person, unpretencious, unstupified. The book was a start of literature. And it gave us freedom to think. It doesn't neglect you and it gave you comfort. I learn a lot as a Christian and it made me to think for myself.

But by faith, only my God can save me. But by hope, I hope to see in people. Vortex. Why are we living in such dishonesty when the only thing that can save us is Good. I guess there is another word that comes after dominance that is anger. Hatred. It is so easy to let it go. But as a consequence, you see your own image magnifies before your very eyes. How easy it is to unlock humanity. Courage and real strength, where shall we find it. I find it in you.. That is what makes it bearable.

No boundary. This is my hope. This is my courage. And this is your strength. Only you can change. But how can I quit smoking? I have my own reasons. I really want my mother to quit smoking. And I'm glad that Dr. Marc did his part. It worries me unduly. I smoked a lot while writing my thesis. I was overwhelmed. But not anymore, as I am more relaxed. Smoking is unhealthy.

My only wish now is to see my science come through. But that depends on the definition. But it's not mine to tell. The only thing that I can do to comfort is that it is well meant but put it in the wrong hands, not only would it become useless but wrongly defined.

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